Remember

when snow is falling, paper thin

stirred by merciless gusts of wind

and melts like tears on asphalt black

you always seem to come creeping back 

remember, remember 

our frozen december nights

beneath the lights 

i feel your shadow, but you're not there

your voice drifts through the haunted air

drags me down

circles round

I'm dancing with your ghost

remember, remember 

our frozen december nights

beneath the lights 

remember, remember

how we used to dance beneath the stars 

comparing our old scars

now the candles have burnt out

you've left me in the dark

but even though the air is cold

your name still lights a spark

remember, remember

our frozen december nights

beneath the lights 

I'm dancing with your ghost 

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

This started out bringing memories of my 8 plus years in Alaska. You imagery was very well done. But then a personal turn seemed to appear in this piece as you have lost your love that you held close in the cold. i am sorry. Well Done. Thanks for sharing